Chapter 62 Let’s Wreck the Seiryuusai Festival with Evil Dragon! ㉓
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I hovered above the Seal Dragon Festival, perched atop Yaten’s massive form, her scales glinting black-silver in the dawn’s light. The Shiryuin Clan’s power was crumbling—everything they’d gained from sealing evil dragons was gone. Their status as protectors, their leverage as dragon-tamers, their authority—all shattered by their own branch family’s rampage.
Yaten’s voice curled through the air, rich with amusement. “The Shiryuin Clan built their glory by holding the world hostage with my sealing. Quite the entertaining situation, isn’t it?”
Below us, the festival plaza stirred. Over two thousand guests, knocked out by the Void Dragon’s aura, began to wake, their faces a mix of confusion and fear. They were piecing together the chaos—the Void Dragon’s attack, the Shiryuin Clan’s betrayal. Then their eyes turned upward, locking onto us.
”Hey, Yaten,” I said, scratching my head. “I get that theatrics matter, but isn’t this a bit… much?”
”Kufufu! What better way to show divine might?” she replied, her tone playful but firm.
She wasn’t wrong, but the guests below looked frozen, their awe teetering on terror. Yaten, as Aramitama [T/N: Aramitama – a fierce, divine spirit in Shinto], loomed massive, her presence overwhelming yet restrained. No malice, no killing intent—just the dignity of a being who could destroy the world but chose not to. Her scales shimmered, her form both terrifying and divine, commanding reverence. Some guests knelt, offering prayers of gratitude or pleas for mercy, their belief in her growing. Facing the Void Dragon’s chaos had only solidified their faith in Yaten’s power.
”Good, good,” Yaten hummed. “Worshipping me is the first step to godhood.”
”It’s not that simple,” I said. “Power-hungry types won’t just bow. But you’ve set the stage to claim your divine seat.”
Of course, some would worship Yaten out of self-interest. Why provoke a world-ending dragon? Better to grovel, maybe even use her power. And we’d use them too—a mutual game of leverage. The Shiryuin Clan’s thousand-year seal was broken, and with me, the main family’s head, siding with Yaten, resealing her was impossible. The powerful below knew it. They’d bend over backward to keep Yaten calm, offering deals to avoid her wrath.
”Yaten, you’ll take that divine seat, but it’ll come with headaches,” I warned.
”Noblesse oblige, as they say now,” she replied. “For our children, I’ll play the god and grant human wishes.”
A divine seat meant duty. Even an evil dragon like Yaten would be bound by contracts with humans. One wrong move, and she’d be exploited, like gods in the Heaven and Earth Reversal issue [T/N: Heaven and Earth Reversal – a fictional concept where gods are subjugated by unfair human contracts]. Power-hungry humans wouldn’t stop her rise—they’d want it, knowing it tied her to their rules. And that suited our goals perfectly.
”Let them try to use me,” Yaten said, chuckling. “Those who ask too much will face ruin.”
”Don’t get cocky,” I cautioned. “Gods have been tricked and used before. We need to stay sharp.”
”I’ve got all your knowledge, my lord,” she teased. “Their tricks are an open book.”
”Well… yeah, the Shiryuin Clan’s been fleecing gods for ages,” I admitted.
As head of the Shiryuin Clan, a spiritual dynasty steeped in a thousand years of lore, I knew every trick to bind gods. From shamans to priests, our bloodline had it all, making us unmatched in spiritual knowledge. I’d shared it all with Yaten, ensuring we’d countered every risk to her divine seat.
”All human wisdom is mine,” Yaten purred. “Truly, you’re my perfect mate.”
I smirked, though it felt a bit like betraying humanity. But my priority was Yaten and our kids. If things got out of hand, I’d step in. For now, it was about our half-human, half-dragon children—born of evil dragon blood, free from persecution. Yaten chose to be worshipped as Aramitama, not feared as a monster, so our kids could be praised as children of a god, not cursed as spawn of evil.
”You’re my perfect mate too,” I said.
”Wha—?!” Yaten gasped as I kissed her forehead. Her massive form trembled, a ripple of joy shaking her scales. Such a small act, yet it hit her hard. Grinning, I spread my arms, hugging her vast forehead as best I could.
”They can’t see much from below,” I said. “Let me hold my mate a little longer.”
”Mmph! This ruins my divine image,” she huffed, but her voice softened, content. “Still… being held like this isn’t bad.”
Her sigh was warm, her massive body relaxed. To her, my tiny form didn’t matter—just my touch. For a moment, we forgot the festival, lost in each other.
”The crowd’s starting to settle,” I said, glancing down. “Time to move.”
”A pity to end this,” Yaten murmured. “But fine—let’s show these guests their god.”
”Kufufu! An evil dragon as a god—what a twist,” she added, her voice brimming with glee. “Let’s make them see.”
The Shiryuin Clan’s thousand-year reign was over. A new era began—one where an evil dragon, now Aramitama, would rise, and our dragon clan would take root under the dawn’s light.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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